Yes, I will be posting some exmo poetry, soon.
Perhaps rhyming, perhaps blank verse, perhaps Haiku, might even be some magnetic poetry or some special experimental stuff.
Here is a mangled version of a recent post, altered by several passes through Google Translate and turned into an experimental poem:-
Weekend was my birthday
He was 54 years old.
During the six years time, God willing, I'm still here, I'm the seventh decade.
My boss is almost 70 hours, and congratulated me, dressing is a good thing,
when he asked me how old I was.
Surprisingly, however, I think less than they were founded 30 years ago.
I'm certainly a better time.
Do not forget that I was faithful Mormon, then!
And this is a big difference.
Hmm. Interesting. Perhaps it might even have artistic merit? Please let me know what you think!
You can try this yourself, translate it via as many languages as you can, then back into your own language and look at the result.